Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Niger and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.